Chapter 421 The action team’s funds are actually insufficient?
August 28, Water Sunday.
In a convenience store at the corner of Ni-chome Street in Cupido-cho, a man wearing a black suit and a black top hat with sunglasses had his hands in his pockets. He stared at the freezer area for a long time without taking anything.
Logically speaking, the convenience store staff would come up to ask the other person what he wanted at this time, but because the man in black had such a strong aura, he was worried that the other person's identity was not simple, so he had to huddle at the checkout counter and pray to this person.
Customers leave quickly.
Vodka didn't know that he was causing invisible pressure to the convenience store clerk. He was just thinking about what kind of lunch box he should have for lunch today. After scanning around and finding no tuna, he had no choice but to get two tuna salad rice balls and thick rice balls.
Pork chop sandwich set.
He took out his wallet and went to the cashier. He looked up at the cigarettes on the shelf behind the cashier and said:
"Here are two packs of le."
"OK."
When Vodka reached out to take the cigarette, he could feel the trembling hands of the clerk. He took these things into his eyes and walked out of the convenience store with his own things and chuckled. The clerks nowadays are really timid. If he saw his elder brother, he would have to
Too scared to accept the money.
He opened the driver's door of the black Porsche 356a, handed the rice balls and sandwiches along with the cigarettes to his elder brother Gin sitting in the passenger seat, with a hint of joy in his tone:
"Brother, today's lunch box is not very delicious. I chose the economical set meal. The remaining money is just enough to buy cigarettes."
It cost a lot of money to maintain this antique car some time ago, which resulted in a significant reduction in the funds allocated to the action team. For this reason, I had to cut back on the catering expenses to save more money to maintain Gin's car.
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Gin took the so-called lunch with an expressionless face, deftly opened the wrapping paper of the rice balls, and looked out the window while eating. His expression was like chewing wax, and he thought the food was unpalatable.
Vodka's eating speed was consistent with his rugged appearance. Before Gin finished the rice ball, he had already bitten half of the sandwich. This eating speed was faster than a large dog that had been hungry for several days.
Maybe the taste of the sandwich was not to my liking, so after finishing the rice ball, Gin threw his share of the sandwich onto the vodka, deftly opened his favorite Le cigarette, and lit it with a car cigarette lighter.
"Brother, can you only eat one rice ball?" Vodka raised his hand to wipe the pork cutlet sauce from the corner of his mouth. Although he said words of concern on his mouth, his actions were still very candid. He opened the wrapping paper very quickly and spoke in a strong voice.
Luo took a big bite of the sandwich, fearing that Gin would regret it.
Gin slowly blew out a smoke ring, but did not answer this boring question. He held his chin and answered the question:
"The things assigned to you should have been completed, right?"
"Huh?" Vodka hesitated for a moment. He swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and said, "Brother, I have assigned the task to Scotland according to your wishes. Today is the day when Miyano Akemi takes action. I need to make a call to ask.
Ask?"
"After eating, I drove right over and found a place suitable for viewing. I wanted to see her shot and fall to the ground with my own eyes."
"Brother, do you doubt that Scotland will let that stupid woman go?" Vodka asked aloud after swallowing the last bite of his sandwich, fastening his seat belt again.
Gin narrowed his eyes. He was suspicious of many people in the organization. The only person he could completely trust was Vodka sitting next to him. Although Vodka's mind was not as good as that of the other code members.
You are smart, but the most important thing in an organization is not strong partners, but colleagues who are loyal enough to teach your juniors.
He has always been a little hostile towards Scotch, maybe because he hasn't been in the organization long enough.
Including the bourbon who joined the organization in the same year as Scotland, hum, the mysticism similar to that woman was what he hated the most.
He put out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs on and said in a low voice:
"Oh, Scotland has no interpersonal relationships at all in the organization. The Bourbons who live with him all dislike each other. Do you think he will be stupid enough to let that stupid woman go?"
"That's true." Vodka nodded. He thought that he would soon witness the death of Miyano Akemi, and his tone was inevitably a little excited: "Brother, are we going to tell Shirley this good news later? She should be very surprised.
Bar."
"Although it's a pity that I can't see her desperate expression, I will let Scotland do this. We have more important things. We must find Numabuchi Kiichiro quickly. He knows a lot about us, but
We can't let him fall into the hands of the police." Gin said solemnly, playing with the cigarette case in his hand.
Vodka couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Numabuchi Kiichiro, but even more dissatisfied with Miyano Shiho. If this woman hadn't let Numabuchi go, he and his eldest brother wouldn't have been running back and forth on the road during this period.
But when he thought that the sister Miyano Shiho cared about most was about to be shot dead by a sniper rifle, his mood index began to rise rapidly again. He really hoped that Scotch Whiskey could torture him more, so that he could vent his anger even more.
Vodka stopped the car steadily in front of the red light. He suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked at his elder brother Gin and said:
"Brother, I suddenly remembered that the guy from Scotland sent a new reimbursement form."
"where?"
"It's in the drawer."
Gin reached out to open the drawer in front of him. After seeing the long reimbursement form, he frowned deeply. In addition to the maintenance costs of the sniper rifle and the transportation expenses incurred during the mission, there were also expenses at high-end restaurants.
Record?
He glanced at the convenience store plastic bag thrown at his feet, and his expression gradually turned masculine.
Zhufu Jingguang, who is far away in the safe house, is packing the Remington 40a1 sniper rifle into his bass bag. There are still three hours left before the mission is to be carried out. He can continue to sit cross-legged on the sofa and rest comfortably.
Just after he put his beloved gun in place, his cell phone on the coffee table vibrated with an email.
[Gin: From now on, consumption at high-end restaurants cannot be included in the reimbursement forms of the action team.]
Zhufu Jingguang scratched his cheek. He thought that when he first became a member of Codename, Gin seemed to have said that it was okay to reimburse for daily expenses. Why was he not allowed to reimburse for food and beverage expenses now?
He turned his head to look at Jiang Guling, who was sitting on the sofa eating tomato-flavored potato chips, and asked aloud:
"Bourbon, has the organization had no income recently?"
"Huh?" Rei Fukutani raised his eyebrows to express his incomprehension. He would rather believe that the Bank of Japan would collapse than believe that the organization would have no income. He stuffed a potato slice into his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "No way, you
Why do you ask?"
"Gin is not willing to reimburse me for the catering expenses."
"Then it should be because your action team doesn't have enough funds."
Rei Fukutani thought that in order to obtain useful information some time ago, he even attended a high-end cocktail party disguised as the president's son. If the price of the suit was paid with the salary of the National Police Agency, it would definitely hurt him to death, but with the organization's money, it would be painful to pay the price.
Buy...he even wants to buy something more expensive.
Zhufu Jingguang looked at the email sent by Gin in confusion. It seemed that he could not go to high-end restaurants to "persecution" funds during this period. He wanted to spend more stolen money, but he didn't expect that his action team would actually use the funds.
insufficient.
Oh, what a pity. I originally wanted to try all the food in that restaurant and slowly replicate it at home.